On my way to work each day I walk by a post office in my neighborhood. I’ve gotten to know a few of the women who work there. Today, I see one them–a sports fan–quick-stepping through the cold to the deli.

She says to me, “Super Bowl this weekend?”

Yes, I tell her and then she said, “Oh, I’ll need to get some frankfurters.”

And it occurred to me right there that I couldn’t remember the last time I heard someone say frankfurters and that it might be some time before I hear it again.

I still use the post office, to mail books and packages. I also occasionally send letters, certainly “thank you” cards (the wife is a genius with the “thank you” cards). So, “Do We Really Need to Live Without the Post Office”? I can’t imagine life without it. But read on, this looks like a good one.